Take me to redneck heaven

When I'm dead and gone

Where my southern roots are buried

Bandstand still live on

With some smokey pool room standing

With Jesus on the wall

Take me to redneck heaven

When the good Lord comes to call (comes to call,comes to call)



Mother Mary riding proud on the dashboard of my truck

To remind me to count my blessings and to pray for just a little luck

Brother Levi waits for me at the local 7/11

But just in case I don't make it there

Send me to redneck heaven



Take me to redneck heaven

When I'm dead and gone

Where my southern roots are buried

Bandstand still live on

With some smokey pool room standing

With Jesus on the wall

Take me to redneck heaven

When the good Lord comes to call (comes to call,comes to call)



There I saw on the those sawdust street of gold

And I saw Conway Twitty and there was Keith Willy

Before I could Hank Williams I turned around and I was face to face

With the king of Rock and Roll



You can have your streets of gold

Sawdust will do just fine

And about those singing angels

Just give me Patsy Cline

If I could only meet the king

I'll felt I've rolled a 7

Give me swingin' doors instead of pearly gates

Take me to redneck heaven



Take me to redneck heaven

When I'm dead and gone

Where my southern roots are buried

Bandstand still live on

With some smokey pool room standing

With Jesus on the wall

Take me to redneck heaven

When the good Lord comes to call (comes to call,comes to call)



Take me to redneck heaven

Hope I see you all